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Not like them

Have these lost flames been found?
Am I fire? Am I the scorching sun?
I am not like them.

They are Earth and Water—rooted, fluid.
But I thrive in heat and wind.

My temperature climbs as my temper flares,
especially when I witness harm and injustice.
I want to burn this corrupt world down.
I am not like them.

Is there a safe word to hold me back?
Once the flames awaken, can I control their path?
To destroy the old, to clear the way—
for something whole, something new.

Golden light ignites, bringing warmth and joy.
Is it almost time for this force to rise?
I hope so.
I am not like them.

They want to keep things going as they are,
even when it is not working.
I want to bring change to pass.
I want to start an uprising,
to bring a better life.
© Liza Ortiz  Create an image from this poem.


Premium Member Open Your Eyes Open Your Mind Say I'M Not Going To Take It Anymore

Do you see What I see?
Dr Fauci says to wear a mask and social distance, it will prevent the spread of the virus. Has it, NO! It is spreading like wild fire. Fauci either is wrong or he's lying or both. I think both!
How do you have martial law, keep people in their homes, destroy businesses, destroy the economy, shut down  state borders, set curfews, destroy childrens education, scare people by bombarding them with the spread of a common cold, by making it look more serious than it really is, confuse  and distract people Do you really think this is all coincidence? Or is it an orchestrated plan to rob us of our Rights and Freedoms and ultimately destroy the freedom of assembly( Six foot Distancing)(Free Speech, they are censoring any truth that goes against their agenda on YouTube, Facebook, Twitter under the guise of hate speech) to hide the real truth of whats going on. So many Traitors to the American people involved. Mostly all your Governors, Politicians, Actors, Athletes, Musicians, Talk show host, Drs so forth and so on. Their agenda is to create so much Chaos that you will do almost anything to have normality back again. That's when they will say we can get back to normal but you have to be vaccinated. So many will take that lethal vaccine. The vaccine as much as it pains me to say this is a depopulation tool that is design to gradually cause our demise through the aid of the 5g towers that are going up around you. They will create virus symptoms and the Powers that be will say the Virus is causing these symptoms of sickness and death, when in reality it is the vaccine and the 5g. Their goal is to depopulate to 500 million. They will continue to say more and more are getting infected and dying to scare you into their trap. Problem(they created, the Virus) Reaction(Spreading, sickness, fear) Solution (The Vaccine) which is their ultimate goal. To add to the madness they will cause severe food shortages, and they will take away your cash. They will clamp down more and gradually take all your rights away. Germany is protesting by the tens of thousands but the Globalist control the media and you don't see it. China is going cashless. All because of the greatest lie told to the American people .   Go to YouTube type in A call for an uprising  Tell others Also Brighteon.com
Form: Narrative

Premium Member I Love U Past Your Sins-

He had a porcelain heart
He was an uprising upstart
He was weathered and torn
Unfit but yet born
I see yet love him
I adored him as I loved him
Though he did me wrong also wrong
The epitome of dysfunction was ever strong
When I was alone I prayed for him
When we were together I prayed for him
On my face stomach knees I fell on the ground and prayed for him
Continually I pray for him
A verbally abusive physically intrusive a collection of unbridled sins
I wasn't trying to remake him I wasn't trying to save him all I have to say to him
I pray to God each and every night
That one day he would get right
For you see my darling man I love you past your sins
And if the minister and your father and mother and the village could not turn you around
If my praising screaming voice up to heaven the Angels can't turn you around
If you want be still stop turn around and let God fill your heart your soul and mind
If you won't get saved that's okay cuz yet and still
I love you past your sins


4/7/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022

Courtesy For The Broken

Courtesy For The Broken

Alchemy that lasts among the virtuous and wise 
Botany that casts its oxygenated strength during its demise 
Misery that is so vast and deep that is accompanied by resentful sighs 
Lonely elements that last among  loved ones without reprise 

Tormented sorrow of the regretful souls who cannot change their fate 
Undocumented tomorrows of the young and old lining up at heavens gate 
Augmented burrows of technology that the youth idolise and rate 
Discontented blows of the underprivileged who stand around and propagate 

Ornamental figurines that form a strange collection
Sacramental fractured dreams that mystify invention 
Consequential satire based memes that signify retention 
Influential capatalist scenes that can’t dignify to mention 

Symphonic compositions that profoundly illuminate the mind 
Bubonic inquisitions that eradicate mankind 
Subsonic intuitions that vibrate throughout what humans find 
Catatonic ammunition that leave the poor man to suffer blind 

Elucidate the problem properly and solve the puzzle for the masses 
Repudiate the omen overly while the flies drown in molasses 
Stagnate at the waters edge while the populations integrity crashes 
Instigate the uprising from the hedge as they’re ruled by a greedy fascist 

Condescending television hosts that smile like false prophets 
Trending internet chat thief that through the lies they profit 
Ascending through the war torn grief like photos in an ancient locket 
Pretending through the disbelief that you’re interested in the rockets 

Absurdist inclinations that refuse to compromise their form 
Introverted artistic invocations that defy conventional norms 
Perverted imitations that disguise the broken and forlorn 
Extroverted provocations that bring demise before the storm 

The End Copyright Elizabeth Moroz 2025
Form: Rhyme

A Joyous Uprising

A Joyous Uprising!    
Let joy be a revolution!    
The uprising of joy  
Overtakes   
All heaviness!    
All worry!    
All confusion!   
Create a major splash   
In the atmosphere  
Causing rearrangements!  
Create new combinations  
Allow the joy of yellow  
And the passion of red   
To combine!
Combine and watch   
Putting passion in your joy  
Joy into your passion  
Watch for combinations   
Bringing forth expressions  
that haven’t been heard!      
Let joy be a revolution    
A Joyous Uprising!    
Let it bring a new sensation   
A feeling of contentment!    
Let joy be the foundation    
For a world of love and peace!    
Let us see its face!
joy


the transformation

for Divorced Poetry Contest Sponsored by Kai Michael Neumann
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"I need a brake" words that twisted my heart-
shattering the dream that we would never part.

I asked myself 'what ever did I do wrong?
sad, gloominess could`ve easily been my song.

I wouldn't let the anger and misery grow or cultivate-
uprising feelings I wanted to curb and mitigate.

Took deep breaths to suppress loathe and hate-
didn`t want these feelings to be my everlasting fate.

To change I had to show myself some discipline-
so to cure my sickness I took my medicine.

Alone but not lonely my goal to liberty-
to my old self I'd write it an eulogy.

A change in me became my one and only mission-
out with the old and in with the new, my true ambition.

I opened my mind, revisited the pen-
mended my inner self to be born again.

Wouldn't let others be my one downfall-
to my inner voice I`d answer it`s call.

Worked at keeping a positive inner mind-
exercise and meditation, two combined.

I went about losing a bit of weight-
transforming me, motivation to create.

Walked many miles to feel the light-
braking binding chains always in sight.

Now it`s joy to bathe in the ever shining day-
'cause I braced the warmth, and not the grey.

My story is honest, so very true-
hope it inspires, not bring the blue.
© Markus Jay  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Couplet

It Wasn'T Easy

It wasn't easy 
But it had to be done 
Hard work is not always fun 
Sleepless nights 
Lots of advice 
Had to take heed 
Trying to see what all I had to do to succeed 
I was counted out 
Yes 
But you see I am what they call success 
Success comes with fears of failing 
Exceptions to excelling
Constant cries 
Consistency is where it lies 
Never giving up 
No matter what it took 
Taking on task 
That were hard 
Playing your part in a society 
Who already labels you before they know 
That you are a plant ready to grow 
Only thing they needed  was to see the soil 
Nurture it to life 
With water and sunlight
And then boom 
There is life spoke into the unspoken 
It came with restless nights 
Devotion 
Beliefs for the unbelievable 
Achieving for the unachievable
Reasoning for the unreasonable 
Yet I still feel success 
I gave it all my best 
I didn't put a limit on myself 
I wanted to be rich in knowledge and then gain my wealth
This road wasn't easy 
I didn't do it myself
I had a team 
Who supported the dream 
Too 
I am a part of 2022 
I am the finished image 
Of making it through a pandemic
I understood 
That some things work for the good 
And sometimes being misunderstood doesn't make it worse 
I stand out 
Breaking a generational curse 
An unfinished lyric 
To an unfinished verse 
I am the decision I make 
I am the risk that I take 
I am still human and will make mistakes
But they can be corrected
I am no longer rejected 
I am respected with honors 
I am the upcoming uprising star 
I am not who you say I am 
I am a warrior a conqueror not a quitter 
I am someone 
I am 
I did it when everyone said I can't 
With all that is left to say 
Congratulations
I made it 
And this feeling I wouldn't trade it 

Written by Concetta Hardnett
05/22/2022
To all the Graduates
age

Premium Member Netherland Crisis the Main News Not Reporting

Friends  Cattle farmers in the Netherlands are being TOLD to reduce by 50 percent their livestock farms, because of the Nitrogen gases the Cattle produce. There is 78 percent Nitrogen levels in the world, it is what the world is made up of, so why are these Politicians forcing the farmers to cut the livestock farms by 50%? Tens of thousands of farmers are Protesting. They are driving their tractors and blocking roads, and Grocery stores. They are tired of this New World Order CONTROL, of being told what to do with their Crops and Cattle farms. The Farmers have finally had enough and it has gotten so bad that Grocery store shelves in some areas are Empty! The Farmers and the People in the Netherlands are aware of what these Globalist are trying to do in creating food shortages by demanding the farmers to reduce by 50% their cattle farms The News in America have been Silent. Ask yourself why that is. Obviously they dont want us to know here in the States that people are standing up to their Orchestrated Agendas for fear of Americans doing the same. Ask yourself What  is going on in the World we live in. What are they trying to do to our food, especially beef supplies. Friends Please start realizing what is happening around you, by these Global Elites. Understand that they control the Media and they arent reporting all the devastation they are creating all over the world and here in the states. They have destroyed 95 food processing plants within six months. If you search the lying fact check that they control, it will tell you it is not true. Please be diligent in verifying everything, and be a critical thinker always checking and verifying what you hear from the Main stream Media.  Get your houses in Order and start stocking up on Food. God bless you all... PS another corrupt Politician resigns. Boris Johnson, Prime Minister of the United Kingdom. These are the World leaders people Trusted. Friends he resigned because he got caught. Dont put faith in your Leaders, most of them are corrupt, put your faith in Jesus, for he is the only Truthful One to Trust. God bless you all. Have hope and don't trust but Verify...

They have shut down A Call For An Uprising on YouTube He has a new Channel.
The Prepared Homestead on YouTube is another great Channel to get the Truth.
Form: Narrative

Livorno

Livorno

The communist uprising in Livorno was a serious menace to Italy because that army sent tanks, not big tanks but big enough in narrow streets
At the railway station, I met a small woman with a big
suitcase, I offered to carry it for her; little did I know she lived outside the town; it was a burdensome walk on unlit roads
At the parvenue cafe, I met a woman I had seen before
Short black hair of dubious gender (let them guess)
sat drinking Pernod, smoking a cigarette that had the aroma of oriental express
I must have seen her before. Was it in Monte Carlo?
She beckoned to me to sit at her table
 I had a cold beer
and smoked a Chesterfield and my arm was numb carrying the bloody suitcase for a woman who told me she was an actress going to Rome to star in an upcoming movie called
La Strada
years later Kristiansand, a town in Norway, was on a catering course 
I saw the film, yeah, it was the woman I had met in Livorno 
A sudden blackout that might have been caused by the Reds
the cafe supplied candles, that on a night of uncertainty
made the plaza romantic, the Monte Carlo woman had vanished, like a cigarette ad on the TV screen
© Jan Hansen  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Celebratory Sigh

The lavender clouds, lowered, like a fluffy blanket
                                    on top the eaglets’ ledge.

Its loblolly pine lingers on the palate of the tongue
                                          like a luscious lollipop.
 
The nestling-siblings, downy light, slightly on edge -
                                 eagle-eyed leader seeks kill.

A bald rivalry rides the snowy sledge, unshielded
                           by the adults; harmony sleeps.

The earthlings’ Hallelujah - wings climb,
               soar, a lavish flight - celebratory sigh.

Sunlight’s vantage slights - the flourishing cradle
                                unsettled by uprising; loss.

The lovelorn will land its own fledglings, feeling
                                  only for the solo Caesar,

hailing through the rainbow slide - the Salome quilt,
                                         nevertheless God’s will

on earth, necessary suffering for a season -
                       a sour lollipop;  sloppy life.

We glory at the eagle’s flight, flourishing wingspan,
                                               falling towards us.

Stalwart, its talons’ prey; we pray unfailing strength
                                         and fly towards heaven.


6/28/2020
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